A friend once told me, "Time might be nothing to you, but for the rest of us, it's all we have. I'm sorry, living has destroyed you." Life did not allow me the chance to respond to him. It's not that existence ruined me.
I had no purpose. No reason, I just wandered the earth, and thus I discovered it would be permanent. With no liberation from one's self, how does one survive with the feel of nothingness?
To address my comrade if solely for myself I acknowledge I could revel in the nature of the life my comrades had, powerful, courageous, yet limited lives with purpose while I drifted beyond them as an everlasting shadow just savoring the present. Life takes time and time makes history…..
I've woken up in the same moment every time I close my eyes, wounded and disoriented. The sun beaming down on my skin, creating painful blisters that crack with the movement of my limbs. Eyes forced shut, the only relief is tucking my head under my body.
Feeling the ground, I know there are men on beast, war. The sand beneath me ripples closer as they come, but I can't stand.
I don't last long before I drift off into a sleep of pain and heat. Did I die of hallucinations or the inability to protect myself?
Once in the same dreaded situation before, I peak my eyes open, trying to see in the harsh environments.
Knelling on the surface with my knees sinking deeper, I hear them coming. The sloshing of the saddles. Without hesitation, a man jumps from his horse. Pushing his sword into my throat. My eyes are wide, in the fucking sand I am alive.
I run the coarse grains of earth through my fingers. Why am I here? Where is Aurora? I shake off the unnecessary thoughts, not energetic enough to avoid the slice that my ear takes, splitting my jaw bone.
A random face above me as I succumb again., I wake up free from the injury. My sword is deep in my torso. I need a plan. I tear it out without qualm.
The original warrior who ran his sword through my neck. With a swift hand, I slit his belly. My blade is sharper than any armor.
He falls broken in half to the ground. Behind me, another hits my weapon first before a hasty kick pushes him backwards.
Losing his balance, I cut him down. Fighting for my life, I'm no longer hot. I'm also declining in height as my leg gives out, the wound bleeding out brings me down. Unsure of what causes my demise that time around, I get up, looking around in a sea of sand.
The distance shows the normal charge pursuing me. I know their moves now. The sun doesn't faze me. I can see them coming. Getting back to my senses. I can beat them. I hover over most of these men, standing at 6,9 tall for a woman
. They won't risk finding out if I'm not their enemy. I block their swings. My skills take over. I don't exist, just this object in my palm, taking easy steps in uneven terrain like I was dancing.
A voice stuns me. In small frantic words, I can't hear her over the bastards dying around me. Turning from different directions, I recognize her.
Aurora, a beautiful blonde, laid out in the Desert, her ivory skin severely burnt. Sauntering over to her, she extended her arm out to me, her hands covered in pink blood stained silk gloves. Jewels leading down her wrist to elbow, sneaking up her neck and down her hips. "Keeda" she let out a faint whimper of my name.
A smaller blade that matched my own in her leg. I bent over and ripped it out. With all the trouble this girl has caused me, I considered leaving her there to burn to death in the blistering hot weather.
After obtaining my dagger, I store it in a holster behind my lower rear and my sword in its holster on my upper back, between my shoulder blades. Peering down at Aurora, she's propped herself up on elbows talking about something.
I choose a shield from a dead warrior and place it over her. Her arms trembling to hold the weight of the thing.
She was looking into my eyes with fear, almost doubting my choice to leave her here and lie. "You will not leave me here, keeda! Pick me up and take me with you". The temper of the princess Aurora revealing its self once more. "I can't. I'm wounded myself. I'll come back for you," I said, walking away.
She screamed profanities at me while I tried to walk forward. Eventually, I couldn't hear her, the warmth getting to me again.
I walked with my eyes closed, my body heavy, dragging my feet. The Shade loomed over my person like thick clouds. I looked at a site I had never seen before.